Every night quakes lightly
--like childhood's laughter.
Quick, give me a new thing
to see--yes, you, so beautiful
to me. America,
you're breaking
me.
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in these vast hours
float the ghosts of ease ascend the essence of sweetness mysterious peace has brushed me where light echoes soft darkness where stillness d...
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